Harry sighed relieved when Draco's sleek black car came to a stop in front of Grimmauld Place number twelve, he watched from his bedroom window, his heart thumping so hard in his chest at each passing minute, because why took Draco so long to arrive? From Draco's muggle job to the Grimmauld place was only twenty minutes by car, today it took him half an hour and Harry missed him so much already, he bit his own lip hard, this was wrong. All of it. In their world, Harry was a hero and Draco the villain. So they escaped, Draco is a successful lawyer in London and Harry owns a small business, not that he needs the money, he has enough for a lifetime but he couldn't bear the praising looks, the burden of being a hero, his friends demands. He just wanted a little peace, a normal life for once.
Then seven months ago he met Draco in a LGBTQ bar, looking so lost, not because of the people, but because he didn't know how the muggle drinks worked very well, so Harry stepped in to help him. Draco was suspicious at first then, Harry drank the sex on the beach first to prove to him that there was nothing wrong with the drink and Draco looked breathtaking under the colourful lights, wearing moss green and dark trousers, his blonde hair just past his ears, gleaming under blue and purple lights. The expression on Draco's face upon tasting the drink was delightful, the surprise, the awe. They just sit there drinking colourful drinks, saying nothing, until he notices that Draco is staring too much at the dance floor, clearly envious of people moving without worries.
‘Do you wanna dance ?’ Harry asks, playing with the straw of his mojito.
‘Don't be ridiculous, Potter’ he answers rolling his eyes annoyed, but his eyes keep on the dance floor watching the other bodies moving. Harry huffs and bows in front of Draco, stretching a hand for him like in the fairy tales: ‘Stop it, Potter. People are staring’ Draco says nervously frozen in place.
‘Only if you give me the honour of this dance, my prince’ He winks just to rile his old enemy more.
They dance together not so close at first, but, the sweet drinks, the colourful lights, the music, how free Draco looked just existing. No pressure, no titles, no good guy or bad guy. Just them existing in a world with no heavy expectations, no designated roles for both of them. Draco smiles, closed eyes, flushed cheeks and Harry comes closer, their bodies almost touching but not quite and oh, God! Up close like this, Draco smelled so good, his lips looked perfect, and Harry could fit his hands perfectly on his thin waist, Harry doesn't know what overcame him, he actually put his hands on Draco's waist, so small, he thinks, to his horror and amazement Draco doesn't repel him, he leans into his touch. Is the alcohol in their systems, the music, the lights, the non-existent expectations that had haunted them during their early lives. No questions asked, he just hide his face in Draco's neck to smell his cologne properly, to catalogue it in his mind, but he can't resist the smooth, pale skin there, he licks and the sound Draco's make wakes something in Harry :
‘Harry, please..’ He begs so prettily, flushing their bodies together instinctively, Draco's arms around his neck, so Harry can continue assaulting his neck, with open mouthed kisses and long licks. The way Draco says his name is addictive, heady.
Suddenly he's pressing Draco against a wall, kissing him desperately, Draco's legs around his waist :
‘Harry’ Draco whispers between kisses ‘That's obscene, people are watching’
Harry laughs on his lips :
‘Don't worry, my prince’ Harry whispers
‘They're envy that the most beautiful boy is mine’ Draco fucking melts at that.
They fuck on Harry's couch that night. Draco tries to hide from him, his face, his moans, the way his body chases Harry's. He doesn't allow it because Draco like this is absolutely perfect. Draco sobs, when Harry sucks on his nipples, his delicate hands tugging Harry's hair. He loves it. Then the prince beneath him demands to be filled with his cock :
‘So demanding, my lord’ Harry teases, watching Draco go bright red. He comes inside Draco twice, he makes Draco come, three times. Each time more consuming than the last. It's on the third time, while he's sucking Draco's cock that he remembers that they didn't use protection, magical or muggle.
On the next morning they blame the alcohol of course. Because Draco Malfoy would never touch Harry Potter and Harry Potter would never touch Draco Malfoy
The following month after their first tumble Draco called asking for a conversation that ended up with Draco kneeling on the floor of his own car, while gagging on Harry's cock.
Harry attempts a conversation next because this is wrong. It was just a moment but, then again, it ends up with Harry wanking Draco in his office in the dead of night.
So they make a deal. Once a month, in Harry's place or Draco's flat in London. The thing is: it never stopped once a month. If Draco had a bad day at work, Harry would fuck him slowly, no less intense, but not sweetly either.
If Harry did a big sale, Draco would show up with muggle champagne and two glasses, draped in black, offering himself completely.
Most times they'd have arguments right after the orgasmic haze dissipated. About their lives in their world. They disagreed about many of the muggle laws.
When Harry notices he's jealous of Draco's coworker, a girl called Amanda. He sees them once in a restaurant, she touches Draco's arm, the idiot doesn't pull his arm out her reach. Draco doesn't see him, because he's too distracted with his glass of lemonade. He doesn't call Draco for two weeks, until he shows up angry at his door, demanding an explanation :
‘I don't owe you anything’ He says angrily and Draco looks incredibly hurt, then he leaves.
Draco's jealousy is possessive, fiery, all consuming. They are in their world, participating in a nonsense gala thing, Ginny is there with him, smiling, kissing his cheeks pretending they still have something, when they don't. Ginny spends too much time at fields across Europe, less calls or owls, no more questions about his days. The Daily Prophet asks for a kiss, Mrs.Weasley is watching him expectantly and he does it, it's just a peck, but ginny is cupping his face, his hands are at her waist.
Later, Draco apparates in his living room, red rimmed grey eyes, dishevelled hair, looking otherworldly in black and silver, still in his gala robes. He throws himself at Harry, kissing him urgently, flushing their bodies together, so distressed :
‘Calm down, my prince’ Harry murmurs against his lips.
‘You kissed her….’ He sobs angrily ‘...Touch me, Harry’ He begs, broken and small ‘Tell me, I'm yours, please’
It's also the first time they go to Harry's bedroom. Draco says his name over and over, asks for marks, on his neck, on his shoulders, his ribs, nails, teeth, love bites. Harry indulges his jealous prince, because it's the only thing that will calm him down.
‘Please, Harry, tell me, I'm yours…’ Draco begs again, between tears ‘...Tell me, you crave my body and not hers…’
Harry kisses him hard on mouth repeating everything that Draco wishes to hear, while he rides his cock :
‘You're mine, Draco’ He says ‘Your body is the only one I crave constantly’
Yet, it doesn't appease Draco completely so Harry keeps saying it, Draco wants to fuck again, after their first orgasm.
Harry has to gather him in his arms and whisper soothing things on his prince's ear :
‘It's alright, darling’ He whispers in Draco's hair. ‘I only want you now’ Draco is still crying on his chest, murmuring threats against Ginny for touching his belongings. Harry laughs. Draco sleeps peacefully in his arms. Harry stares at the ceiling because. How did things get like this ? The next morning they didn't fight, but Draco's mask of control was back. He apologised and said it wouldn't happen again. Harry merely offered him tea.
He begs Ginny to end up whatever they have publicly her answer is :
‘Ah, Harry! Can we talk about it after the finals, please ? I really need to win this championship, it's important…’
He sighs and drinks a glass of fire whisky, because his body is craving Draco again. He even stole Draco's scarf and sweater, feigning innocence when Draco asked for it and because he loved to see Draco in his clothes. He makes a mental note, to one of these days, tie Draco's wrists with his Gryffindor tie, because the deep red and gold will make the perfect contrast and Draco still only wears grey and black, occasionally green. He longs to see Draco in warm colours, marigolds and pale blues. Harry keeps drinking to drown every thought he has of staying with Draco permanently.
‘Why have you called me, Potter ?’ Draco asks, once he reaches the bedroom ‘Isn't your little girlfriend satisfying you anymore?’
Draco speaks as though two weeks ago he wasn't asking the filthiest things from Harry, as though Draco didn't, more often than not, go on his knees for Harry and gag on his cock, until his pretty face is ruined with come, saliva and tears. As if Draco himself didn't stand in Harry's kitchen making himself honeyed milk before sleeping while wrapped in Harry's large shirts. As if Draco didn't cling to Harry after the nightmares he still has about the war.
‘It took you half an hour today, Draco’ Harry complains licking his lips, still watching the street below ‘I told you I have nothing with Ginny’
‘Still you haven't broken up with her public’ Harry turns to stare at Draco, his prince.
‘You want us to go public, Draco ?’ He can see hope flashing across those grey eyes, so fast, then disappearing completely, giving place to the usual coldness on them :
‘Don't be ridiculous, Potter. This is merely a tryst’ Draco looks to the floor, to the carpet he conjured last month because Harry's taste for decoration was atrocious. He's wearing charcoal grey today. ‘People would talk about you choosing someone like me and you are the chosen one. It wouldn't be good for your image to have a former Death Eater as your husband’ Draco finishes moving an elegant hand.
‘Husband, my prince ?’ Harry teases but he won't deny that he has been thinking the same, before sleeping or when he has too much firewhisky. Draco blushes so hard it's adorable ‘So, you want to ride my cock forever?’
‘You're so vulgar, Potter!’
‘I don't see you complaining when you beg me to fill you with my cum’ Harry teases further, walking to Draco, lifting his his head by the chin, to make Draco look at him :
‘There's no need for you to call me Potter inside our bedroom, darling,’ Harry whispers, kissing his jawline, placing his hands possessively around his waist over the expensive fabric of Draco's suit.
‘You can't be serious’ Draco murmurs already melting against Harry, his prince is so needy ‘Granger and the Weasleys and your godson will never accept it…’
‘Teddy is still a toddler, my darling. We can raise him together. Buy a house next to the sea’ Harry has his fingers on Draco's shirt, opening it slowly. ‘I can actually be an auror, I have money for all of us…’
‘Are you listening to yourself?’ Draco sobs, in his ear, while Harry kisses his neck, traces his jawline with kisses, his fingers teasing Draco's lovely pink nipples.
‘We can stay here with the muggles, buy a house in that fancy neighbourhood you like so much…’
‘Harry…’ It's a weak sound between a warning and a plea. ‘...You're insane, you've gotten mad’ Draco repeats, almost tearing Harry's shirt apart.
‘No pressure, luv. Take your time to think about it’. Harry says while pinching a nipple lightly, Draco makes the sweetest sounds ‘I called because I needed my prince’ he says for last with a rough voice.
Draco crashes their mouths together and he asks for it to be rough, for marks, for bites, for nails dragging along his pale skin. He also asks for Harry to fill him until he can't take any more of his cum inside him. Harry loves when Draco is like this. Needy. He indulges Draco the whole afternoon.
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